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Verse 1

My son! keep my sayings, And my commands lay up with thee.

Verse 2

Keep my commands, and live, And my law as the pupil of thine eye.

Verse 3

Bind them on thy fingers, Write them on the tablet of thy heart.

Verse 4

Say to wisdom, `My sister Thou `art'.' And cry to understanding, `Kinswoman!'

Verse 5

To preserve thee from a strange woman, From a stranger who hath made smooth her sayings.

Verse 6

For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out,

Verse 7

And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding,

Verse 8

Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way `to' her house he doth step,

Verse 9

In the twilight -- in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness.

Verse 10

And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart,

Verse 11

Noisy she `is', and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.

Verse 12

Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) --

Verse 13

And she laid hold on him, and kissed him, She hath hardened her face, and saith to him,

Verse 14

`Sacrifices of peace-offerings `are' by me, To-day I have completed my vows.

Verse 15

Therefore I have come forth to meet thee, To seek earnestly thy face, and I find thee.

Verse 16

`With' ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works -- cotton of Egypt.

Verse 17

I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.

Verse 18

Come, we are filled `with' loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves.

Verse 19

For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey.

Verse 20

A bag of money he hath taken in his hand, At the day of the new moon he cometh to his house.'

Verse 21

She turneth him aside with the abundance of her speech, With the flattery of her lips she forceth him.

Verse 22

He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool,

Verse 23

Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it `is' for its life.

Verse 24

And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth.

Verse 25

Let not thy heart turn unto her ways, Do not wander in her paths,

Verse 26

For many `are' the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty `are' all her slain ones.

Verse 27

The ways of Sheol -- her house, Going down unto inner chambers of death!

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